I take my time, running my hands up his forearms, to his biceps and then over his shoulders. I marvel at the softness of his skin and the hardness of the muscles underneath.
Oh how I love his body.
He gives me that dimpled smile and says thank you.
I mentally slap my forehead.
“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”
“Mmmhuh,” is all he says before he captures my lips in a kiss again. My eyes slide closed, as I get lost in the kiss, loving how he playfully teases my mouth all the while still kissing me thoroughly.
He starts to trail kisses along my jaw and when he reaches my ear, he whispers, “I love your body too and the nipple piercings are sexy as fuck.”
His deep voice in my ear, combined with his kisses has me so wet right now. I let my hands drift down his torso as he kisses down my neck before capturing my nipple in his mouth again.
I hiss and I am caught up in all the wonderful sensations he is giving me. Before I know it, he has relieved me of my jeans and panties and I am lying naked across my bed. I quickly scramble to the head of the bed and scoot under the covers as I watch Isaac shed his jeans and boxer briefs. I can feel my jaw drop as I watch his cock spring free and bob against his abdomen.
That is not going to fit.
Before he lets his jeans fall completely to the floor, he pulls his wallet from his jeans pocket and removes three gold condom packages with black writing and places them on the nightstand.
I think those are Magnums.
Three Magnums.
I am in so much trouble.
He lifts the bedcovers and slides into the bed, pulling me close to him. I instinctively wrap myself around him as he buries his face into my neck.
“Are you sure about this,” he asks as he cups my pussy with his big hand. I am so wet, I am almost embarrassed by it.
“I’m sure,” I whisper as I snake my hand between us and grip his cock. I know he is big when my thumb and middle finger don’t even come close to touching. I jack his cock in my hand a few times before he rolls onto his back taking me with him. I lose my grip on him as I situate myself until I am straddling him.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he says – his deep voice reverberating through me.
His big hands grip my hips before making a path up to the indent in my waist. They slowly glide up my sides and land on my tits. He uses his thumbs to lightly flick my nipples. I can feel his hard cock getting even harder as I start to grind into him.
Isaac lets out a hiss as my wet folds glide over his cock. I throw my head back when he tugs on my nipples harder.
Fuck that feels good!
He chuckles lightly.
Fuck! Did I say that out loud too?
He tugs my nipples again before speaking, “Yes you did.”
I open my eyes and look down as he flashes that sexy dimpled smile at me; my pussy throbs at the sight. His hand travels down to my hips again before he grabs a condom from the nightstand and tears it open with his teeth. I scoot back some and watch, captivated as he rolls the condom down his big shaft.
“You wanna be on top or underneath me?” he asks.
I have no fucking idea! I just want you in me.
He chuckles deeply again and I blush, realizing that I am broadcasting my inner thoughts.
“Why don’t you stay here and take as much of me as you can,” he says.
I nod absentmindedly as he grips my hips and I maneuver myself over him. I slowly sink down on his cock, my eyes rolling back into my head as I take all of him. I breathe deep as I feel a little pain with my pleasure.
When I have taken all of him, I open my eyes and look down at him.
This feels so much better than my dildo!
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Isaac
I chuckle lightly when Olivia says I feel better than her dildo. I can feel her body shudder as she takes me in. I grit my teeth, willing myself not to cum. Her pussy is hot and snug. I rest my hands lightly on her hips as she starts to move; my toes involuntarily flex when she starts to ride me. For someone who hasn’t had sex in four years, she moves surprising well. I bite my tongue so I don’t shout out how good she feels when she almost makes me cum with a simple roll of her hips.
She has her hands on my chest as she rides me slowly. I take her hands and lace them with mine, letting her use my hands to support herself as she continues to roll those hips seductively.
"Fuck baby,” I moan out because I am already on the edge of cumming and I don't want to just yet. I quickly sit up and pin our clasped hands behind her back. I am able to still her hips by this movement alone. I breathe hard into her neck as I try to tamp down the need to cum.
“What’s wrong Isaac?” Her voice sounds throaty and breathy at the same time. “Am I not moving right?”
I chuckle darkly into her neck and I can feel a tremor run through her body.
“No Baby Girl, that’s not it,” I kiss along her neck until I reach her ear. I give it a little nip. “You move perfectly, but if you keep moving like that, you’re going to make me cum and I am not ready to cum yet.”
“Oh,” she breathes out.
I take in the look on her face and she is gorgeous. Her usually big doe eyes are hooded with lust and need, her cheeks flushed and she is biting that plump bottom lip of hers. I ghost my lips over hers before delving in for a kiss. As I plunder her mouth, I slowly start to lift my hips, pumping into her from below. She lets out a low moan that makes my cock unbelievably harder. When I think I have myself under control, I slowly release her hands and ease back a bit, letting my hands rest lightly on her hips.
She leans back and braces her hands behind her – on my knees – working those bewitching hips of hers. Her head is thrown back and her pretty tits are begging for my mouth. As I work her nipples with my tongue, I can feel a tingling at the base of my spine and my balls starting to tighten. I am about to cum and there is no way I can stop it. I wrap my arms around her torso, burying my head into her neck again as I start pumping up into her – hard – hoping I can get her to cum before I do.
I don’t think I can though.
I squeeze her tighter when I start cum. I thrust harder, trying to get deeper and that is when I can feel her pussy walls start to spasm and rhythmically squeeze my cock. She lets out these sexy as hell moans as she starts to cum. I continue to hold her tight, peppering her neck with kisses and whispering in her ear, telling her how good she feels, as her orgasm pulses on and then finally subsides.
I ease her down on the bed before heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. A few moments later, I enter the bedroom and Olivia is still in the spot where I left her. When I kneel on the bed, she opens her eyes and gives me a shy smile.
“You okay,” I ask as I gently ease her legs open.
She nods, but looks confused when I settle the warm washcloth over her pussy. “What are you doing?” She sounds and looks embarrassed. She tries to close her legs, but I place a hand on her knee, stilling her.
“I’m just cleaning you up a bit.”
“I can do it. You don’t have to do that.” A blush engulfs her face and spreads down to her tits.
I lean forward and capture her lips in a tender kiss before speaking.
“I know, but I want to. Let me take care of you.”
Instead of answering, she opens her legs a bit for me and I watch her blush deepen.
After tossing the washcloth in the hamper, I climb back into bed with Olivia. She is lying in the middle of the bed with the sheet pulled up and covering my view of her tits.
That just won’t do.
I lie down on my side, propping my head up with my hand, looking down at her.
“You okay?” I ask softly, placing my hand on her sheet covered stomach.
She nods, looking at me shyly.
I gently tug the sheet down until her tits are exposed. I slowly trail my fingers across her tit, edging closer to her nipple – swirling my fingertip a
round the edge of her areola. Her eyes slide close and her back arches ever so slightly. I grin before leaning down and slipping only the very tip of her pierced nipple between my lips.
“Isaac,” Olivia breathes out softly.
“Tell me the story behind these piercings,” I ask, rubbing my lips across the pebbled peak.
I blow a warm breath across the tight little bud then take it into my mouth, flicking the barbell with my tongue. This time her back definitely arches. She starts to scissor her legs together.
“Baby Girl, are you going to answer me?”
Her eyes flutter open to look at me.
“Huh?”
Deciding to have some mercy on her, I lean back.
“Tell me the story behind these piercings? How long have you had them? What made you get them?”
I trail my hand back down to her stomach and let it rest there, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against my palm. Olivia scrunches up her eyes before blowing out a gush of air. She then opens those big brown peepers and looks at me.
“Um, I wanted to do something memorable for my 30th birthday, so it was either the piercings or a tattoo. I figured that the piercings would be easier to remove if I decided later I didn’t like them.”
I smile at her before lowering my head and taking her lips in a soft kiss.
“I really like them,” I mumble against her lips when I come up for air. My hand that is resting on her stomach - I let it drift down until I reach her pussy. I run my fingers through her folds, loving the wetness I seem to be creating. I also love that she is not totally bare down there. Her pussy lips are bare, but there is a soft patch of neatly trimmed hair on top. I reach for another condom. I roll it on and situate myself until I am hovering over Olivia.
With the first nut out of the way, I will be able to last longer this time – I hope anyway.
When I slide into her for the second time, I fight the shiver that runs up my spine and I feel like I am about to cum already. I hold still, giving myself a few moments to adjust to her snug heat so I don’t cum. I slowly start to move. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes and just like that, I am lost in Olivia. I bury my face in her neck as I take my time, taking long deep strokes into her, concentrating on this blissful feeling that is making me think of happily ever after.
Her soft hands stroking up and down my sides have me wanting to go faster, but I keep my pace slow and steady as I plan to wring all the pleasure I can out of Olivia.
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Olivia - the morning after
I’m hot.
I slowly start to wake up and wonder if I forgot to turn down the heat last night before going to bed. I go to shove my heavy comforter off me, but I pause when I come into contact with an arm. In an instant, I remember what Isaac and I did last night. I am on my side and he is behind me, spooning me with his arm draped over my mid-section. His thigh is more or less thrown over my legs and his face is buried in my neck; and I am hot. His body is like a furnace.
I don’t want to wake him just yet, so I stealthily start to maneuver from his hold. It takes a while, but I am finally free and I deduce that Isaac sleeps like the dead.
I start to stand, only to pitch forward because my foot has somehow tangled in the sheet. I land in a heap on the floor – a naked heap. And wouldn’t you know it – this is what wakes him up.
“You okay Olivia?” he asks in a sleep roughen voice. He sits up on the edge of the bed before reaching to untangle my foot from the sheet. In my current position – me on the floor with my foot caught in the sheet that is hanging of the bed – he has a good view of my girly parts. I can already feel my face heating up at my predicament. Once my foot is free, I quickly scramble to my knees and snatch the sheet from the bed, wrapping it haphazardly around me as I stand.
Isaac gives me a slight frown, quirking his eyebrow at me.
“I have seen every single inch of your naked body – why are you trying to hide it from me?”
I simply shrug, not wanting to admit that I feel somewhat awkward and incredibly vulnerable being naked in front of him. My mouth goes dry when he stands up and approaches me. It is obvious that Isaac has no problem with being naked. I try my best to look at his face and not at his morning wood, but every few seconds my gaze glances down at it. He tugs on the sheet I have wrapped around me and I hold on tight. Before I can comprehend what he is about to do, he is kissing me – morning breath and all. My guess is that two morning breaths cancel each other out because I am not repulsed.
I forget about the sheet when he tugs on it again and this time it falls to floor. I plaster myself to him as his hands start to roam over my body. His very large hands cup my ass, squeezing hard as he groans into the kiss and picks me up as if I weigh nothing. I instinctively wrap my legs around him as he takes a few steps and takes me back to the bed. My back meets the bed softly as he gently lays me down, covering my body with his - never breaking the kiss. When he slides his cock through my wet folds, I cry out in pleasure wishing for a brief second we didn’t have to use a condom. I want to know how he feels without a condom.
“You feel so damn good,” he says and then he suddenly leaves me.
I open my eyes and see him reaching over to grab the last condom from the bedside table. I watch him anxiously as he opens the wrapper, remove the condom and roll it down his hard length. I find myself excited, bracing for when he will enter me. He sits back on his haunches before gripping my left calf and lifts it in the air, holding it out in front of him. He then slides into me…all the way and I am in heaven.
His strokes are slow and deep as he moves in me.
This man fucks like a porn star; not that I have experience with fucking a porn star, but I have seen enough porn videos to know that he has the moves like one.
Isaac falters above me for second or two, before he stops moving altogether. He is laughing. I open my eyes, trying to figure out what is so funny.
“You do know that you are talking out loud – right?” he asks, still laughing but starting to move again.
“Don’t care,” I say, smiling big as a wave of bliss envelopes me when he hits a particularly good spot. I should be ashamed of my behavior – acting all unstrained and saying whatever is on my mind – but I don’t. I feel liberated.
“You feel liberated huh?” he replies.
“I’m still talking out loud, huh?”
Instead of responding, he releases my leg, leans forward and scoops me up. After a few moments of maneuvering, he is sitting on the edge of the bed and I am straddling his lap, his cock still inside me. I start to roll my hips, letting my forehead drop to his - loving the closeness of this position. His hands rest lightly on my hips and he lets me lead. He starts to kiss me and I swear it feels like I am being drugged. After a few moments of this, I can feel my orgasm starting to approach; my fingers and toes are tingling.
I start to move my hips faster, but Isaac surprises me by lying back on the bed then rolling us over until I am on my back again. He grabs both my hands, pins them above my head and stokes into me long and hard.
“Baby Girl, your pussy feels so good.” He groans out just before he changes the angle a bit and gets a little deeper it seems.
“Fuck” is all I can moan out. With every stroke he takes, I feel that roller coaster dropping sensation in my stomach. The orgasm that I was chasing earlier has found me; my fingers and toes tingly with my approaching explosion. Isaac leans down, putting his mouth to my ear.
“I don’t think I am gonna ever let you go Olivia Simone.”
With that declaration, I clamp down on his cock, my back arching almost painfully as my orgasm explodes like the Star Wars Death Star.
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Olivia – the morning after - after
I finish dicing the green peppers and scrape them into the small empty bowl on the counter next to the stove for the omelets Isaac and I are making for breakfast (more like brunch since it is after 11am). So far
, we have mushrooms, shredded cheese, Canadian bacon and green peppers. I grab my omelet pan and turn on the burner as Isaac whisks the eggs. I’m about to put the pan on the burner, but his deep voice stops me.
“What’s that?” he asks, looking perplexed.
I look down at my omelet pan – it is a two-sided pan than flips close – making the perfect folded omelet – fifty percent of the time. Fifty percent of the time, it comes out great and fifty percent of the time, it makes comes out a burned, sticky mess. I look down at my omelet pan, flipping it open and close as I bounce it in my hand, then I look back at him.
“It’s my omelet pan.”
He just continues to look at me and then he shakes his head, a slight smile playing in his lips.
“No,” is all he says. He comes towards me, setting the bowl of whisked eggs next to the stove. He takes the pan from me, scrutinizing it before he says, “This is not an omelet pan…this is…,” he trails off while opening and closing the pan – shaking his head again. “I don’t know what the hell this is, but we are not using it to make omelets.”
“Then what are we going to use?” I ask. I am a little bit irritated that he dissed my omelet pan. I watch him grab one of my stainless steel frying pans from the overhead pot rack.
“We are going to use this.” He sprays the pan with cooking spray and places it on the burner to heat. He grabs a spatula from my utensil crock, looks back at me and says, “Well get over here and let me show you how to make an omelet using a normal pan.”
“You’re a bossy one aren’t you?” I give him a wink so he knows that I’m joking.
I stand beside him, but he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in front of him, so that I am standing with my back to his front. I lean back into his arms and it feels heavenly.
“So the first thing we need to do is make sure that the pan is hot.” He holds his hand above the pan. “I think it’s hot enough.”
He gives me the spatula before pouring some of the whisked eggs into the pan. Over the course of the next five minutes, I am on my way to making the perfect omelet as he instructs me. The only trouble I have is folding the omelet, but he helps me out. When I make the second omelet and I get to the folding step, he doesn’t have to help me, I am able to fold it perfectly and slide the fluffy egg creation onto the plate.
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